Jing Yan's eyes brightened when he saw her. Her skin was already snow-white, and the dress made her look even more beautiful. Her pretty face was further enhanced by the exquisite makeup.
He suddenly regretted asking He Chen to personally prepare a dress for her. This dress really suited her too much. Thinking about how everyone's eyes would be focused on her tonight, the vinegar jar in Jing Yan's heart completely overturned.
He Chen was also a man and had experienced love before. He immediately understood Jing Yan's intentions with just one look and raised his eyebrows at him proudly. "Jing Yan, the flowers are so beautiful. Even if you transplant them into your room, people will still come and admire them. You can't stop them."
How could Jing Yan not know what he meant? He shrugged helplessly and laughed. "As long as I'm the only one who can see the other side of the flower, that's enough."
